‘Different Devil’ – Chickenfoot

Another song for you today. 🙂

This isn’t one I’ve actually heard on the radio for some time. We’re talking months, if not close to one year already. I’ve only just listened to it for the first time since as I found this video on YouTube.

Flashback a year ago and it was a song that was feature regularly on Planet Rock. To be more specific, I’d hear almost every time I made the one-hour drive up to Gloucester and then back again, back when I was seeing ‘Jan’.

(I hope you enjoy this live recording. You’re missing much from the studio version, unless you’re obsessed with Joe Satriani, perhaps.)

You’ll find the complete lyrics for this song further down but, as I entered the ‘friendship/relationship’ with a head full of doubt, there were two lines I’d hear that always stuck in my mind. Especially during the long and emotional drive home. The fact that we briefly became ‘an item’ (for all of six-days before falling out) didn’t affect this.

Walk away!
If you think there’s someone better
Run away!
Into the arms of something new

I’m not wishing to compare anyone to the devil but, as I said; I always had my doubts. I never even viewed it as a long-term relationship (which is what I desired), if I’m honest.

I don’t relate this song to recent events; it’s more that these developments I haven’t spoken of publicly have caused me to reflect on the situation I was in almost a year ago.

But it don’t mean nothin’ ‘less it’s got something for me and you

…Maybe I can relate to that one right now. It’s just ‘funny’ how one song can speak to you at the right time. I’m struggling hard to think or any lines or lyrics that have called out to me within the last eight-months though (except possibly ‘Adrenaline’, ‘Unity’ and ‘Second Chance’… All song titles).

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Six Days Later

Continuing on from Being Friends, there was actually one piece of information that I forgot to include near the end of that story. I mentioned that I’d eaten quorn sausages the night before. What I forgot to add was that, the next morning, my stomach was roaring inside! I wasn’t in any great pain (a little discomfort) and I’ve definitely felt worse in the past but, I decided to try and hold it in for those final hours as I feared it was one of those that was ‘going to make a mess’ and, probably leave a bad smell in her bathroom… It felt like a large cloud of wind, if I’m honest! Generally speaking though, I have concerns over using anyone’s toilet that wasn’t my own.

Bear with me because, there is relevance to this…

When I first met ‘Jan’, I was still very nervous around her. Even in times where I felt comfortable with her, there were awkward silences. In order to try to fill these (without knowing what to say), I would try to make light of the situation or discussion and some kind of joke (as my dad has always done – he seems to have a ‘way’ with women although, thinking about it now, he’s equally as good at p***ing people off…). Jan’s stomach often made noises in the time that I’d known her. Whether she was hungry or full; she cited her medication as the cause and I would gently humour it to try and ease her embarrassment; kindly asking her to be quiet, to keep the noise down or just to go ‘ssshhhhh‘ while the TV was on. She would genuinely laugh with me each time so, I saw no reason to stop. I thought she liked it. Continue reading